Some people have not, in their hearts, bowed to God. Their outward prostration to God in prayer is a mere pretense. Prostration is not just a ritual and time-bound sort of physical action; it is to surrender oneself to sublime reality. It is to make oneself follow truth in one’s practical life.

Wakening up in the morning to the noisy chirruping of the birds, the man noticed a broken egg lying on the ground. It had obviously fallen from a nest built by sparrows, just under the ceiling of his modest dwelling. Wearily, he removed the broken egg, then, noting with disgust the straws which were eternally littering his floor, he stood up on a piece of furniture, and swiped the nest out of its niche. Then he spent quite some time and effort cleaning up the whole place.